I'll kill you after I finish this game!

From Ayase Kasumi's side, a piercing scream of terror rang out, followed by a "thud" as the sofa sank.

Erii Honjo had no time to notice Kasumi, who collapsed onto the sofa after suddenly falling into hyperventilation.

Objectively speaking, the other party was simply stunned by the sheer brutality of the tragedy.

In fact, not only Ayase Kasumi, but many viewers who were watching quietly were also startled.

This sudden suicide bomber is just too shocking.

Genshin Impact, Teyvat, Mondstadt.

"Chairman Jean, why won't you let Klee see it? Why did the screen suddenly turn red with a 'bang'? Was it some kind of bomb that Klee has never seen before?"

Inside the Knights of Favonius, Klee, whose eyes were covered by the grim-faced Commander Jean, uttered a troubled yet innocent question.

Lisa, who was standing to the side, glanced at Keli and also forced down her unpleasant expression.

Fortunately, Jean reacted quickly; if Klee had seen this 'bomb,' it wouldn't have been good for the child at all.

"It's okay, Klee. You can't watch this yet. This isn't for little kids."

After regaining her composure, Jean spoke softly to Klee, explaining her position. Although her words were gentle, Klee could hear the strong determination in Jean's tone.

If she dares to disobey and succumb to her curiosity to go and see, she will definitely face something even more terrifying than being put in solitary confinement.

"Alright, Jean, Klee will skip this for now."

Klee, pouting, was sensible and obedient despite her dissatisfaction, knowing that the other person meant well.

Jean hugged Keli tightly, covering her eyes and refusing to let go, then looked at Lisa to the side.

The two exchanged a glance, breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded. Then they looked at the bloody invitation that was almost a provocation of war.

Erii Honjo didn't faint, but she was a little troubled as she tossed the eyeball hanging in her hair aside.

Looking at the blood-stained clothes and the undigested food and waste from the human body, the stench and blood made the room smell extremely bad.

"We finally got along better, I'm sorry, but the guests have arrived."

Erii Honjo wiped the blood splattered on her body with her fingers while looking at the lumps of flesh and bone fragments scattered everywhere.

This is an invitation, no, it's a provocation.

"That is to say..."

If you calm down and listen carefully, you can faintly hear the melody.

"Si Lang..."

Erii Honjo clenched her fist, a smile of excitement and amusement spreading across her face. She muttered to herself, "I didn't expect it to be so fast. I might get the toy first."

After glancing at the unconscious Ayase Kasumi, Honjo Erii, her face stained with blood, walked out of the room with an interested smile, showing no fear or apprehension whatsoever.

In the club's ballroom, the bloodshed was several times, no, dozens of times, greater than in the VIP rooms.

A small-scale massacre was taking place here, and among the mangled human flesh and blood was a red-haired girl in military uniform.

Having just produced a large number of deaths, he casually kicked the upper body remains that were blocking his way, revealing the spine, and turned back to look at the new dancer with amusement.

"Oh my god, I thought it was someone else, but it turns out you forgot a cute dessert." Witch Rusalka said with a light laugh as she looked at Honjo Erii, her lips half-covered.

"What a wonderful night."

Despite the overwhelming pressure and the gazes fixed on the animals destined for slaughter, Honjo Erii fearlessly moved toward the center of the brutal scene.

It's like a scene from a surreal and cruel drama; no matter how cruel it is, it becomes a source of absurd humor.

"No, it's a beautiful night~~"

The red-haired girl's smile, which was gazing at all of this, was as sharp as a crescent moon across the sky, and her cold eyes gave Erii Ebenjo a sense of overwhelming power at a glance.

Sure enough, this woman splashed a different amount of blood than usual, and the stench of blood on her body was so strong that it was impossible to hide.

"Isn't my dear Clyde home, Bonnie?"

Rusalka smiled and asked Honjo Erii, who was not afraid of him.

Bonnie and Clyde—the most notorious duo in American history.

To address someone directly in such an artistic tone implies that you consider her a thieving rat.

"You look like a complete idiot."

Erii Honjo gently stroked the hair by her ear and mocked the other person with a sarcastic tone, saying bluntly that someone like her was not suited for flowery, artistic language.

Despite Honjo Erii's mockery and ridicule, Rusalka remained unperturbed, smiling as she opened her cherry lips and began to sing a non-human tune.

Along with the song came countless souls of those who had been brutally murdered.

Their transparent faces, contorted in pain and twisted with terror, were contorted with rage and fear, as if they were experiencing something horrific.

Erii Honjo knew without even thinking what their role was.

What else can be placed on the altar?

"------!"

The girl sang not to soothe the soul, but to welcome back those who had rejoined the journey toward eternity.

Singing for pity, singing, killing, expressing love, singing, and then killing.

Because such repetition is a promise of eternity.

"Buzz!"

Like a dance unfolding to the rhythm of a song, magic circles appeared on Rusalka's wrists and waist.

The young girl sings; the blood-soaked dance hall is merely her stage.

The living die there alone, far removed from reality, in an air filled with the stench of blood, the ghostly audience, listening to the girl's song, can only hold their breath in anguish and listen quietly to her voice.

Correct!

They leaned against the wall and passed by silently.

Those were countless wriggling shadows extending from beneath her feet, the people who walked with her through eternity.

We are all aggregates.

In the center of the square commemorating the heroine, the girl suddenly stopped singing.

I could feel the presence of living beings.

To be precise, she was someone with a little bit of strength. After all, in her eyes, Honjo Erii was no different from those sacrifices, and she was too lazy to even lift a finger.

Rusalka smiled and looked towards the direction behind Honjo Erii, saying with interest, "Oh, a guest has arrived?"

"Oh......"

Yuza Shirou slowly emerged from the shadows, casually scanning the room before beginning to speculate.

The smell of blood and the pungent smell of rust.

The pressure of a life confined to an enclosed space with nowhere to go.

This was a battlefield just now, but there was nothing unusual about it.

There was no blood, not even a piece of meat.

Countless shattered corpses were devoured, or more accurately, sacrificed.

It seems the altar for the transmutation array has already been opened by the other side.

Having figured out the general situation, Yuza Shirou came to Honjo Erii's side, put his arm around her neck like a good buddy, and looked at Rusalka on the stage with a sneer: "Your voice is surprisingly good."

"Is the only beautiful thing about it the voice?"

It was clearly meant as sarcasm and ridicule, but Rusalka smiled and took it as a compliment to the woman without any hesitation.

"Ha, you really are shameless."

Facing the enemy before him, Yuza Shirou, without any imposing presence, stepped out into this space that rejected the living, together with Honjo Erie.

"Oh?"

Rusalka squinted and scrutinized Yuzashiro with a keen eye.

What trump card does the opponent have? They clearly only seem like a half-baked beginner who hasn't even entered the basics. Do they not understand the difference in strength?

No, this person faced Heydrich together with Fujii Ren last time, so it's impossible that he doesn't understand the difference in strength.

Looking at Yuzashiro, Rusalka said disdainfully:

"You're really not afraid of death."

"is it?"

Lacking any reverence for life, Yuzashirou shrugged indifferently.

Since we've come here, we must be here to stop her. I thought some ridiculously strong guy would appear.

With that thought, Rusalka, relieved, smiled and said to Silang:

"Unfortunately, you're a little late, Clyde~~~"

"Don't give me that unlucky name. I don't remember you walking with Faye Dunaway."

Yuza Shirou raised an eyebrow and coldly retorted to what the other party thought was a very humorous remark.

(Faye Dunaway, the actress who played one of the main characters in Bonnie and Clyde.)

"Oh dear, that's too much." With a seductive and alluring aura, Rusalka looked at the handsome young man before her, licking her lips. "That's too pitiful. At least if we're talking about men, he's even more handsome than I imagined~~"

Silang noticed everything from the other party's actions and looked around the hall.

All the creatures here have been eaten, leaving only their blood behind.

"I see, it's even more edible than I imagined."

"Does the young man dislike women who eat a lot?"

The cannibalistic shadows that wriggled like tentacles around Rusalka's body coiled around his abdomen like pets, while another landed in his palm, tickling the flesh there.

Looking at the man-eating shadow surrounded by countless terrifying fangs, Yuza Shirou raised an eyebrow and sneered:

"Whatever, it's okay if you gain weight."

"Oh my, what a wild answer! It's not romantic, but that's the kind of straight man I like."